You Like Being Denise

Being Denise is making you so wet. The possibilities of sex and chaos are wonderful. You take the elevator all the way up to the executive suite and nobody even gives you a look.

You stroll into your bosses office.

“Trent, is there anything you want from me?” You purr.

“Sure thing, sweetheart, my dick isn’t going to suck itself.”

You lick your lips. He is deep in Denise’s power. You kneel before his engorged cock. You take him in your mouth and begin using Denise’s memories to give him a spectacular blow job. Apparently, in her form you have no gag reflex whatsoever. You take his impressive man meat deep down your throat.

As you fellate him you absorb the knowledge of his form and enough of his memories and mannerisms that you could fool his mother. You pick up the pace.

“Fuck that’s amazing! Fuck! I’m going to cum!”

You feel his cock twitch and spasm as he pulls out. He paints your face with warm tasty semen. You lick it up with the zest of a succubus.

“Bitch, we need to get that financial report done for Abbadon. Snap to it.”

You exit to the outer office. Standing there is a succubus dressed in a red latex dress. You do what would be expected of Denise. You cross the room and greet her with a kiss on the lips. You take the knowledge of her form and her memories as you do.

She gives you an odd look. “Remember Denise keep your eyes open and report to Lilah.”

“Of course Elyse.”

You smile as she leaves.

You look down at the report and decide you’d rather be Elyse. Your body becomes reddish rubber, then reforms into a perfect copy of Elyse.